His hands took that final step and moved upwards, cupping my breasts through my wet cotton bra.
My boobs weren’t small, but they weren’t big, either. I bounced between a solid B cup and a small C cup. They were perky, big enough that they got in the way, and had never been the most sensitive thing about me sexually.
That was until Laric touched them.
I wasn’t a virgin.
Far from it.
I’d had three lovers in my life, two of those being of the long-standing variety.
But with Laric only cupping my breasts I knew that I was about to experience something that I’d never experienced before.
One finger came loose of the grasp of my breasts, then the hand completely, as he ran his finger from the front of the band to the back, searching for a clasp.
He paused when he didn’t find it.
“How did you get this on?” he asked curiously.
I grinned as I reached for the straps and pushed them over the sides of my shoulders, then slowly worked my bad arm free before he helped me get my good one free.
“I slid it up from my feet,” I explained as I pushed it down, revealing my breasts.
His hands moved again, this time helping me push my bra down to about mid-belly, before once again cupping my breasts. His strong fingers plucked my nipples, making me cry out in surprise.
Holy hell.
Nipple play had always confused me.
Consider me no longer confused.
“These things were heaving when you laid into Zach,” he rumbled fiercely. “I wanted to pick you up, toss you over my shoulder, and find the closest door that closed so I could fuck you against it.”
That actually sounded very nice.
One day…
“What was that shiver that just went through you?” he asked, squeezing one nipple tighter while the other he brushed almost lovingly. “You liked that idea?”
“You rough and all alpha?” I asked. “I read a lot of books, Larry Boy. That is always what leads to the best sex.”
He all but burst out laughing in my ear. “Larry Boy?”
“It was what Six called you at dinner,” I murmured, squirming in his arms to get to a better spot on his lap.
Knowing what I was looking for, he placed me more solidly on his lap, allowing both of my feet to fall sideways, legs sprawling, over each of his legs.
My breath hitched when his arm bracketed around my rib cage, allowing my breasts to pool over the top of his forearm.
The other arm moved lower, his hands smoothing down the length of my bare belly to the black lace of my panties covering my mound.
“Lessons in torture,” he said as he pressed down hard over my mound, not quite touching me in a naughty way, but giving me enough of a preview that I was sure he was about to rock my world.
“What?” I wondered, my eyes closing as I leaned backward into his chest. My head falling to the side of his as he rubbed his lips along the side of my jaw.
“You,” he murmured. “These last four days. Helping you dress. Seeing you in my clothes. Smelling the way your scent filled my tiny cabin. Waking up to you sleeping on the couch, shirt riding up, exposing this perfect ass.”
He moved his hand a little farther down between my legs, one lone finger falling to the crack of my ass, moving up and down, not quite pressing far enough down for me to feel much more than pressure.
“You’re nuts,” I told him. “Do you have any clue how freakin’ hard it was to keep myself under control after I knew what your penis looked like? What your face looked like when you were feeling that kind of pleasure?”
He didn’t bother to answer.
Instead, he went back to feeling me up, this time his fingers dipping underneath the waistband of my underwear at the sides. The pads of his fingers brushed along the seam of my pussy lips again, once again light enough that he didn’t part them.
“You’re killing me,” I said as I put my feet up on his hard thighs and caused them to part on their own.
His finger fell between the crack, and one precious finger landed directly on my clit, causing my entire body to jolt in surprise.
“Sensitive,” he mused as he took advantage of the new position and slowly swirled his finger around my clit. Slow, tight curls followed by faster, wider circles. Not quite touching but teasing me just enough that my entire body was getting wound up right along with his swirls.
“Your body is quivering like it’s about to explode,” he murmured, pulling back so that he wasn’t touching me at all, and his hands were no longer in my pants.
Before I could ask why he was moving, stopping his ministrations, I heard the boisterous laughter from somewhere beyond where we were.